Shocked! I've become a female-dominated powerhouse!

Mu Shengyuan almost blushed when Miao Yi asked him that question.

In countries where women are respected, women are expected to have multiple husbands, while men are expected to be dutiful, responsible, and not prone to jealousy or causing trouble.

He only made a fuss because his wife touched another man's hand. If this got out...

Mu Shengyuan was at a loss for words, and he had been acting very strangely lately. As he was thinking about how to answer, he heard Miao Yi speaking again.

"That person wasn't a man."

"What? It's not a man." Mu Shengyuan almost didn't react when he heard this.

"She's a woman who likes to dress as a man." Miao Yi had only made a rough judgment about this matter before, but now that her little husband seemed to be upset about it, she felt that she could talk about it.

If the other person really is a man, Miao felt she could try her best to make that person a real woman.

Miao thought about it for a while and thought it was a good idea.

"That was a woman?" Mu Shengyuan never expected that the famous young master Mu Yan in the casino... would actually be a woman.

but.

In a society where women are superior to men, why would someone dress as a man and remain undetected by others?

As for whether he would question the veracity of what Miao Yi said, he was momentarily stunned, but he subconsciously believed it.

“Yes, a woman.” Miao Yi said this with certainty, and then she extended her hand and placed it in front of Mu Shengyuan.

Is it still dirty?

Upon hearing this, Mu Shengyuan's face flushed red, and his drooping ears felt hot, as if he had realized what a foolish thing he had done.

After Miao Yi waved her hand in front of his eyes again, Mu Shengyuan finally blushed and said:

"It's not dirty."

"Hmm." Miao Yi was easy to coax, and said calmly and seriously:

"Feel it, it's very clean."

"...Huh?" Mu Shengyuan didn't understand. What was this?

Miao Yi reached out first, pulled Mu Shengyuan's hand over, placed it in her palm, and gently stroked it.

The gentle touch on his hand was like a feather, tickling his palm again and again... Mu Shengyuan couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster and faster.

"Wife, mistress." Mu Shengyuan swallowed hard as he watched her actions, unsure whether to stand or sit down.

"Hmm." Miao Yi did it on purpose; she just wanted to squeeze her young husband's hand.

Unlike her own delicate and smooth texture, it has a different, indescribable feel; just touching it brings joy.

"I, I want to sleep." Mu Shengyuan's heart was pounding. He quickly withdrew his hand and put it behind his back. He felt that the hand that had been touched was particularly hot, and no matter how he tried to suppress it, he couldn't suppress the burning sensation. He backed away, backed away, until he was almost at the bedside, and then came up with a very lame excuse.

"Sleeping again?" Miao Yi knew that the little guy didn't get up until almost noon, then went to find her, and then came back. It was only two hours in total, and he was already going to sleep again so soon.

It seems something serious has happened.

"Come here, let me see you." Miao Yi approached and was about to take the other person's hand again.

Seeing this, Mu Shengyuan retreated again and again, but he did not see that he had nowhere left to retreat.

Her feet hit the bed frame, and she stumbled and fell backward. Then, someone instinctively reached out and grabbed her.

Caught off guard, Miao Yi was quickly pulled... and the two of them fell onto the bed!